surreal

6 more days to the wedding.
2 weeks till i head back to melbourne for daze’s wedding.
3 weeks to K’s wedding.
4 weeks to L.C’s wedding.

burnt.

my 2G memory stick decided to pull its own plug on friday night when i held puggy close to camwhore. friday night didn’t turn out exactly too nice. having a mild food poisoning got me late to the last GX. on the brighter note, i actually managed to arrive on his 3rd call.

TAG was great, but i nearly fainted in the tiny little squashed up pit of happy party goers. towards the end of the night, i assumed D.A was sober enough to drive, so i downed quite a bit of beer from the almost-wasted jar with empty stomach, strongly holding the belief of “cannot waste alcohol”.

i learned not to assume in the future again.

D.A did the usual. hand in pocket, fumbling, pulling out the car key with a smile. *crap* wanting to get home before the cheap drunk takes over me, i tried my best to grab the boys into the car before its too late. but alas, it was almost impossible to peel C.J off the bar.the road.the parking lot. the road side.the monsoon drain.

i went into the kiosk to grab a pack of tissue and drinks for C.J halfway home. D.A was on the phone and C.J was missing when i got back.

“shit…don’t tell me he fell off and passed out again?!” i thought.

it was then, i saw his head rose from the monsoon drain. he was squatting in the drain.

i went over and sat next to him. my feet dangling over the drain as i passed him some tissues and drinks.

he spoke to me about his unhappiness.

and i listened.

i sat next to him while he squat in the drain, next to his pile of spew as we spoke about relationships on a early saturday morning….